Today I stand where the wind cannot reach me
To stretch my arms out to the sky
To feel the end of the cosmos
Stretch before me like 
Consciousness 
-I am but a feather here-
It’s strange how we never feel the fall
-because the speed doesn’t kill us-
and My arms grow tired
as my head spins
and the day drifts on
Like the boatman 
-I’m broke, please bury me properly-
and I just keep asking myself
To find myself 
But I can’t get through the woods
Without you
-Not that you’d recognize me anymore-
And so-
Today, I shall stretch my arms out
and melt into the night
With no plan of returning
-Shadows never look good with features-